Unlikely Bond

This is the story of a vampire hunter who has an unlikely relationship with a vampire. Set in the Vampire Knight world.

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7. The Separation

I was awoken by a loud THUD, and opened my eyes to see Katsumi laying on the ground and Hayate standing over him. I jumped out of bed and ran in front of my brother.

             “It’s time to go home.” He stated matter-of-factly. He was already holding my bag so I guess there was no use stalling.

             “Alright, let’s go.” I said and looked at Katsumi as he sat up.

             “No. The doctor’s there to change your bandages.” Hayate said and I decided it might be a good idea for Katsumi to stay here.

             “Just give me a minute.” I told Hayate. He nodded but didn’t leave. I figured he knew what I wanted and just wouldn’t comply, so I didn’t ask again. I squatted on the floor in front of Katsumi, but didn’t know what to say. He reached for his bag and pulled out something small and black. He handed it to me. It was a cell phone. I handed him mine and we smiled as we entered our numbers in. We switched back and stared at each other for a moment. I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t want to just leave without a goodbye. Suddenly, he lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek, I felt my cheeks getting hot and I prayed my brother wasn’t looking. After a second I heard him clear his throat, I guess he was. I quickly stood up and turned to face him.

             “Ready?” he asked. I nodded in reply.

             “I’ll come back.” I whispered to Katsumi as I walked out of the room. I was sure Hayate heard me. I thanked Sadao and we left.

             We walked through the forest in silence, only the sound of cracking twigs and shuffling leaves under our feet. We followed a path that I didn’t see last night and made it home in less than fifteen minutes. When we walked through the door, my parents hugged me and I was relieved they didn’t seem mad, though I was sure that would come later. The doctor took off my bandages and scolded me because a few of my stitches were torn. He had to add new ones and it bled a bit, making me glad Katsumi hadn’t come. The wound was in an awkward place and the bandages had to wrap around my entire torso. The doctor made me promise to stay in bed all day, which made Hayate happy, and told my family to keep watch over me before leaving.

             After he was gone, my parents came into my room looking ready for a long talk. My dad sat in the chair, which was still in my room from a few days ago, and my mom sat at the edge of my bed.

             “Now that you’re safe and sound,” my mom started, “I think we need to talk.” Of course. I started singing my favorite song in my mind, ready to block out the lecture, but what they said surprised me.

             “We’re not mad.” My dad said, stressing the last word so it sounded like he was. “Just surprised.” I stared at him as he spoke. His amber eyes, the same as mine, though he had the same hair as Hayate, looked extremely upset.

             “And a little worried.” My mom added. “But we trust Sadao and his opinion. We talked to the Hunters’ Association this morning and discussed the plan. They said there’s nothing else they can do, so they agreed.”

             “This boy, is he the one-”

             “Yeah.” I interrupted my dad. “His parents were killed about a week ago on the other side of town, and he was bitten.”

             “Is it true that you…” my mom didn’t finish and I didn’t answer. They talked to Hayate; they didn’t have to ask me. I could see the disappointment on my dad’s face.

             “I went to the school, I got him blood tablets.” I protested. “But they didn’t work. His body rejected them.”

             “Honey it’s only been a week. He can survive longer than that without blood.” my mom said as she tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear.

             “But he was in pain!” I argued. “He’s not used to the bloodlust. I didn’t want him to suffer.”

             “Well he’s just gonna have to deal with it until we can figure something out.” My dad said and pounded his fist on his knee. “I don’t understand your relationship with this boy.” I looked away from him and towards my mom. Her brown eyes turned soft. Maybe she would understand, but I wasn’t about to confide in her either.

             “Why don’t we meet this boy?” She offered. Both my dad and I were surprised by her suggestion and I wasn’t sure if I wanted them to or not.

             “I don’t know…” I started.

             “Well, get some rest. We’ll talk about it later.” She said, and with that, the conversation was over.

             My mother, father, and Hayate, backed by the doctor’s orders, made me stay at home and rest in my room for a week. The only contact I had with Katsumi was the text messages we exchanged, but it wasn’t enough. I’d ask him how he was, and he’d say he was fine, but I knew it was a lie. I worried about him every minute. I almost asked Hayate to go over to Sadao’s to check on him, but I realized that wouldn’t be a very good idea. I asked my parents everyday if I could go over to see him but everyday they said no. I would’ve snuck out if I could, but Hayate nailed my window shut, apparently fed up with my antics. I could have pulled the nails out if I really tried, but everyday he checked the window to see if I pulled them out. He wasn’t playing any games.

             On Monday morning, my parents finally agreed to let me go see Katsumi. Hayate, utterly against it, decided to come with. I got dressed, and taking the situation into consideration, wore long pants and a zipped up sweatshirt, barely leaving any exposed skin even though it was probably hot out. I didn’t want to make this any harder for him than it had to be. Before we left, I heard Hayate fighting with my parents about bringing his sword. I had left my bow staff at Sadao’s, but I was still glad they refused to let him bring it.

             We walked through the forest in silence, following the narrow dirt path for what felt like an eternity. When I could see the house through the trees, I ran ahead up to the porch and knocked on the door.  After a moment, it slowly opened to reveal Sadao standing in the doorway.

             “Good morning Ayane.” He said.

             “Good morning.” I replied. When Hayate caught up, he said good morning too and we followed Sadao into the living room.

             “How’s your shoulder?” he asked when we had all sat down.

             “Its fine.” I answered.

             “Really? That’s good.”

             “Well it better be after all the resting I’ve been forced to do.” I retorted.

             “Well, I’m sure it’s for your own good.” He replied. I didn’t know how to bring it up, so after a minute I just said what was on my mind.

             “Where’s Katsumi?”

             “He’s in the guest room.” Sadao answered. I stood up and started to walk away but Hayate grabbed my arm.

             “Wait.” He told me.

             “Sit.” Sadao ordered. I sat.

             “Is it really that bad?” I asked.

             “It might be with you.” He answered. “I do not know why, but you are different to him.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hayate clench his hand into a fist. “He has tried and failed to take the blood tablets a few times, but I have asked my friend, a retired Hunters’ Association scientist, to try to make some new ones that might work.”

             “Really?” I asked. I was so happy that there was hope for a solution. “I’m so glad-”

             “Don’t get your hopes up,” he interrupted. “I don’t know how many tries it will take, if it will work at all.” I didn’t care. I was still glad.

             “Thank you.” I told him anyways.

             “Well, why don’t we go see him?” he offered. I nodded, and with Hayate walking in front of me, we walked back to the guest room and knocked on the door.

             “Don’t come in.” Katsumi answered.

             “Katsumi?” I called quietly, surprised.

             “I’m sorry, Ayane.” He said sincerely. I was finally allowed to come here; I wasn’t going to leave without seeing him. I pushed past my brother, opened the door and walked into the room. Suddenly, Katsumi was right in front of me, grasping my shoulders, his eyes glowing red. I closed my eyes and flinched away, but nothing happened. I reopened my eyes and saw that he had stopped himself. He loosened his grip on my shoulders and his eyes faded back to their normal dark color. I was so happy to see him that, without thinking, I quickly wrapped my arms around him.

             “I’m so sorry!” I cried. “I tried to come back, but they wouldn’t let me.” I felt him hold his breath and freeze like a statue under my arms. He gently unwrapped my arms from around his waist and pushed me off of him, then slowly stepped away from me until he hit his back against the wall. Hayate stepped protectively in front of me.

             “Get away from him.” He ordered. I didn’t move. Katsumi clutched at his throat and slid down the wall. I stared at him sitting on the floor there, in pain. I hated seeing him like that. I frantically searched for something to do.

             “Have you tried dissolving the tablets in water?” I asked.

             “Yes, child.” I heard Sadao answer as I ran to the kitchen for a glass. I took it to the bathroom, where I found the blood tablets, filled it up with warm water, and dropped one in. It fizzed and turned the water a bright red. I carried the glass into the room, set it on the floor in front of Katsumi and backed away. We all knew it wasn’t going to work, but he humored me anyway. He took a sip and set the glass back down. For a second, nothing happened, and a glimmer of hope sparked within me. But it was quickly extinguished when he coughed and gasped and red splashed onto the floor.

             Hayate quickly found a towel in the cabinet and threw it at him. I gave my brother a spiteful look before running over to Katsumi. I grabbed the towel to wipe his face, but as I reached towards him, he stared at my wrist with bloodlust in his eyes, so I quickly cleaned the floor and went back to stand next to the others. I wasn’t afraid; I just didn’t want to make things hard for him, since my being there already made things difficult.

             “Alright, let’s go.” Hayate said.

             “No. I’m staying here.” I asserted. He was taken aback, not expecting me to outright defy him, since I’d been so obedient this last week. He looked at Sadao for help, though he should have known he wasn’t going to get any.

             “I will watch them.” Sadao assured.

             “Like last time?” Hayate argued.

             “Are you implying something happened last time?” Sadao asked. Hayate fell silent. He either didn’t know what happened, or didn’t want to say it. After a moment, he finally spoke.

             “Something happened, something that wouldn’t have happened if I was here.”

             “You were young and in love before.” Sadao tried to sway him. My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe what he just said. I wondered what expression Katsumi had on his face, but I was too embarrassed to look at him. Hayate’s face turned white as a ghost, then red with anger.

             “Ayane’s not in love with that-” he paused, “that beast! Tell him Ayane” he looked at me for affirmation, but I turned away. I couldn’t lie to him, but I couldn’t tell him the truth either. I wondered what Katsumi was thinking.                                                          

             “Now you go home.” Sadao told Hayate. “Talk to your parents. Have them call if they disagree with me and I’ll send Ayane right home.” I knew they wouldn’t. My parents trusted Sadao. They’d agree with whatever he’d say. And Hayate knew that, but he couldn’t disobey. His respect for Sadao was still stronger than his hatred for Katsumi, though I wasn’t sure how long that would last. He looked at me one last time with hurt eyes before turning and walking away.  I heard him slam the door a few seconds later.

             For now, that was taken care of, but we had bigger problems. I finally turned around and looked at Katsumi. He was still sitting in the corner of the room, though he had his head between his knees and his arms wrapped around them. His fingers were grasping tightly on his arms, digging into his skin. I could tell he was fighting something. I hated seeing him like that. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sadao walk out of the room, so I turned and followed him. He stopped in the kitchen and turned to face me.

             “What is it child?” he asked.

             “Shishou, I… I don’t know what to do.” I confessed. “I mean, I know what I want to do, but I don’t know if it’s right.”

             “You must do what you believe is right. No one else can decide that for you.” He advised, but I could think of one person who would love to decide that for me.

             “But Hayate…”

             “I cannot tell him about what I do not see. I’ll be out in the garden.” He walked away.

             “Wait,” I called. He stopped and turned. “Thank you Shishou.”

             “You might not want to thank me.” He replied, and I couldn’t help but feel something foreboding in the way he said that.

             As soon as he walked out the front door, I ran back to the guest room. I walked in and shut the door behind me and the noise made Katsumi look up.

             “Don’t get mad at me.” I pleaded. He looked confused at first, but when I unzipped my sweater and threw it on the bed, his eyes widened with comprehension, and then panic, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself. I kneeled down in front of him and he covered his mouth and nose with his hand and leaned away as far as he could.

             “No, Ayane, I can’t.” he said from underneath his hand.

             “You make me feel like the bad guy.” I accused with a halfhearted laugh. I scooted closer to him. “We can’t let my brother find out, so it can’t be anywhere obvious.” I pulled aside my tank top, exposing my collarbone. He couldn’t hold back much longer, it was only a matter of time. But I felt terrible making him do something he so regretted, even if it was for his own good.

             “Please.” He begged. I hated myself, but I couldn’t stop. This was for him, so he wouldn’t be in so much pain. I kept telling myself that.

             “I’m sorry.” I said, and leaned closer to him, still pulling my shirt collar to the side. After a second, his eyes turned red and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt his fingers digging into my back and his breath on my neck as he rubbed his lips against my skin. Then his fangs bit into my chest with a sharp pain. I thought I’d be used to it, not only the pain, but his behavior. He’s different when he does this, his eyes glow red and his instincts take over, and he’s no longer the Katsumi I knew.

             I waited for him to stop, like he had before, but he kept drinking. I didn’t take into consideration that it had been a week, that he might not stop. I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to have faith that he would find the will, but I didn’t know if he could. I was getting weaker. If he wasn’t holding me in his arms, I would’ve fallen back. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I fought the darkness.

             “Katsumi.” I whispered. “Katsumi, stop.” With my remaining strength, I reached my arm up and grabbed his shoulder. I pushed against him with all my strength, but it wasn’t enough, he wouldn’t budge. The room was spinning so I closed my eyes and I could feel the energy draining out of me. My consciousness was fading away, and with it my life, but I clung to it hopelessly, fighting death with all I had.

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